I like to think of life in narrative terms: it has a beginning, middle, and end. But let’s take the analogy a little further. What if your life was measured according to the length of a popular movie? How far along would you be in the movie? Using Star Wars as my yardstick (natch) and assuming an average lifespan, I’m almost halfway through the movie. The Death Star is about to blast Alderaan into tiny pieces. But if I assume a shorter lifespan (let’s say sixty years, which still seems generous), then I’m at the part where Han, Luke, and Chewie are about to rescue Princess Leia.
It’s an interesting way of putting mortality into perspective. I take some consolation in the fact that I haven’t missed the Rebels’ assault on the Death Star. That part rules.
